11-25-2018, 12:59 AM
"Those who speak of what they know find too late that prudent silence is wise."
- Madame Giry (The Phantom Of The Opera)
Wednesday night has left me in a state. It is a state that I have never felt before. Uncertainty. It is a state that makes me angry. As a powerful caster, I have always felt like I was in control, of every moment, no matter what was going on around me. But clearly no more.
This superhero believes he has weakened me, and with what he and the rest of the world unfortunately saw on Wednesday night, he has every right to believe that. I did not shut down on that night though. I let HER go because she was at least leaving my sight. It was the smartest move she has ever made. I could have ended her that night, just how I can end SCW's newest farce tomorrow night.
However tonight is Saturday night. Most of you I know are out partying real hard, but not me. I do not choose to join in your festivities and gaiety. I instead am hard at work, as usual. I do not have time for fun and games unlike this new nuisance that has not just injected himself into my life, but also all of yours. After this weekend comes to a close however, he will not be my problem. It is up to each and every single one of you then on what will be done to this ordinary man who is trying to shamelessly do extraordinary things.
For now, tonight, I am at the grindstone.
*******
My senses have led me here. Ever since a few nights ago I have been hearing things in my head. The moment I had laid my head down to rest the pounding headache began. As I am now here in this spot it is pounding harder and louder. I do not fight it and instead head towards it. I am only now just stopping, but only because a door bars my way from going further.
For whatever reason I am unable to turn the knob to open it up. I am unable to see what is on the other side. That is until I hear HER, unfortunately.
You have made it, but are unable to come and see what is inside. Your actions have led to this Lawrence. I will let you know the password that opens the door, but first allow me to tell you what lays inside.
She pauses, but knows I am impatient. Knowing HER, she will tell me that she can feel the impatience oozing off of me.
You will understand a great deal of what is in here, but not all. It is those remaining pieces that I know all about. So please, as strictly business, come join me. The password is hero. I await you, Lawrence...
Damn HER. This is all leading right to HER. I must enter though, as I just know in my bones that this place has been visited by powerful beings like me before.
Hero.
I place my hand on the doorknob and turn it again. It know turns and I am able to open the door. I find myself now in a dark passageway, yet I am not uncomfortable about that fact. The only reason for why I am uncomfortable is because I now know SHE is here too.
I use my senses to make my way down the dark passageway. At an intersection my head, and not HER, is telling me to make a right. A little ways down I make another one until I find the staircase. From here I descend. It is not long before I see torches lit and in holders. Even though I have been very quiet, it is like she knows I am here.
You have finally made it. It has taken you your whole life to get here. I know you know what every marking on the walls means. However I also know that you know nothing of what the markings are and what they mean on the fountain near where I stand. I know you can see me.
She turns around and immediately locks eyes with me, as I finish descending the staircase, as slowly as possible, as I am not looking forward to this. Not at all.
Come. I have learned from you and have the wound to prove it. Now you should learn from me. These markings on the fountain, they have been here for centuries.
She stays on one side of the fountain and I move forward to stand on the other, directly opposite her. I do not want to be here now, and I let her know that, but not through speaking. Instead I get inside HER head for once.
[I]You try my patience little girl. Just say what they mean. Do not waste my time.
She glares right into my eyes. Something is forcing me to look right back into hers. I then notice that she has clamped her hands firmly against the symbols on her side of the fountain. For whatever reason I feel my hands suddenly touch the symbols on my side. I know that very few people in this world believe in magic, but a moment like this would make all of the naysayers believe.
I can see the symbols on my side glowing red and the symbols on her side glowing an orchid purple color. I do not know if my eyes are playing tricks with me, but in my eyes I can see the red and orchid colors both beaming upwards into the air, until they touch right over the center of the fountain.
You aren't seeing things Lawrence. I can see them too. It means I have been right all this time. Don't you see? On your side those symbols-
They say "She is always with you".
And mine say "He will one day know".
The water in the fountain begins to bubble. I can see HER extending her hands to me, above the bubbling fountain. As strange as it is, my hands make their way to hers. I do not like how she has tried to get to me, but as the powerful being I am, I cannot deny what the casters before me truly want from me... and unfortunately, HER. I go to look away, but then give her one last look with my hands now embracing hers. It is not a moment of weakness, but for the first time I can see her, ALL of her. Not just her eyes. But I can see into her mind. She closes her eyes and seems to open up like a flower. I know now that the time will come that I will need to open up to her. All in due time. All in due time. There is so much else that needs to be taken care of.
She opens her eyes and definitely seems to understand.
I understand Lawrence. Tonight I am here for you. Sunday night I will be here for you. I will ALWAYS be here for you. I promise, no more little girl. As of this moment on, I am fully a woman.
You are way more than that.
I cannot believe those words just slipped out of my mouth, but I cannot take them back, as they were definitely meant for her. I slowly pull my hands back to my side of the fountain. She pulls hers back to her own side before excusing herself and making the trip back up the fabled staircase first. I do watch her go until she is physically out of sight.
Just processing it all, I stay by the fountain, the water no longer bubbling up. It has calmed. This room, this ancient room is back at peace. However I am not. Sunday night is coming, and it is on that night where a simple man needs to realize that he should have never came after me. He should have never came in contact with the little girl named Cookie. He should have never become something that he just is not.
I thought I knew it all, but I am not afraid to admit that I no longer think that. I am sure now that I also have not seen it all. I definitely did not thank a simple, ordinary man would choose to don a cape, put on a mask thus hiding his identity, then making silly sounds on a stage, and go down the road he has.
I however know exactly why he targeted me. You see me simply as an ordinary villain, one that you probably believe you "slew" every day. I am no villain though. I have made that abundantly clear. Just because I basically took off Beard's head leading up to, and also at Rise To Greatness earlier this year does not make me a bad being. I chose to behead him because I was after someone else. I would not expect someone like you to ever understand.
However what I DO expect you to understand is that the same is about to happen to you at Bound By Blood. The blood that will be spilled will be that of a man whose identity will be revealed. I WILL be ripping off that mask of yours. I WILL be taking away the facade that you have created for yourself. The children out there of the world may not like it, but they need to understand exactly what you are. You are false. They do not need someone like you. They are not even cheering for you. They are laughing at you. This Sunday night though will be no laughing matter. The time for words and play will be over. This is a very serious situation that you have gotten yourself into, and I am the only one that can let you out of it.
I will not be doing such a thing. Instead you will be Claimed. Your falsehoods will be exposed. You will realize that Shadron is my issue to deal with and not yours. You will realize that I do not wish to wear a cape. I aim to be me, from now until the end of time. The question is: Do you know who YOU are? Because it definitely seems like you have no clue. Soon enough it will not matter though. There will be no need for an answer. This Sunday at Bound By Blood you will be left laying, and I will not turn back. There will be no one there to save you. You will be silenced. It is your end, but also something else. It is my new beginning.
I look once more at the calmed waters of the fountain before turning and ascending the staircase, leaving this place that has forever changed me.
- Madame Giry (The Phantom Of The Opera)
Wednesday night has left me in a state. It is a state that I have never felt before. Uncertainty. It is a state that makes me angry. As a powerful caster, I have always felt like I was in control, of every moment, no matter what was going on around me. But clearly no more.
This superhero believes he has weakened me, and with what he and the rest of the world unfortunately saw on Wednesday night, he has every right to believe that. I did not shut down on that night though. I let HER go because she was at least leaving my sight. It was the smartest move she has ever made. I could have ended her that night, just how I can end SCW's newest farce tomorrow night.
However tonight is Saturday night. Most of you I know are out partying real hard, but not me. I do not choose to join in your festivities and gaiety. I instead am hard at work, as usual. I do not have time for fun and games unlike this new nuisance that has not just injected himself into my life, but also all of yours. After this weekend comes to a close however, he will not be my problem. It is up to each and every single one of you then on what will be done to this ordinary man who is trying to shamelessly do extraordinary things.
For now, tonight, I am at the grindstone.
*******
My senses have led me here. Ever since a few nights ago I have been hearing things in my head. The moment I had laid my head down to rest the pounding headache began. As I am now here in this spot it is pounding harder and louder. I do not fight it and instead head towards it. I am only now just stopping, but only because a door bars my way from going further.
For whatever reason I am unable to turn the knob to open it up. I am unable to see what is on the other side. That is until I hear HER, unfortunately.
You have made it, but are unable to come and see what is inside. Your actions have led to this Lawrence. I will let you know the password that opens the door, but first allow me to tell you what lays inside.
She pauses, but knows I am impatient. Knowing HER, she will tell me that she can feel the impatience oozing off of me.
You will understand a great deal of what is in here, but not all. It is those remaining pieces that I know all about. So please, as strictly business, come join me. The password is hero. I await you, Lawrence...
Damn HER. This is all leading right to HER. I must enter though, as I just know in my bones that this place has been visited by powerful beings like me before.
Hero.
I place my hand on the doorknob and turn it again. It know turns and I am able to open the door. I find myself now in a dark passageway, yet I am not uncomfortable about that fact. The only reason for why I am uncomfortable is because I now know SHE is here too.
I use my senses to make my way down the dark passageway. At an intersection my head, and not HER, is telling me to make a right. A little ways down I make another one until I find the staircase. From here I descend. It is not long before I see torches lit and in holders. Even though I have been very quiet, it is like she knows I am here.
You have finally made it. It has taken you your whole life to get here. I know you know what every marking on the walls means. However I also know that you know nothing of what the markings are and what they mean on the fountain near where I stand. I know you can see me.
She turns around and immediately locks eyes with me, as I finish descending the staircase, as slowly as possible, as I am not looking forward to this. Not at all.
Come. I have learned from you and have the wound to prove it. Now you should learn from me. These markings on the fountain, they have been here for centuries.
She stays on one side of the fountain and I move forward to stand on the other, directly opposite her. I do not want to be here now, and I let her know that, but not through speaking. Instead I get inside HER head for once.
[I]You try my patience little girl. Just say what they mean. Do not waste my time.
She glares right into my eyes. Something is forcing me to look right back into hers. I then notice that she has clamped her hands firmly against the symbols on her side of the fountain. For whatever reason I feel my hands suddenly touch the symbols on my side. I know that very few people in this world believe in magic, but a moment like this would make all of the naysayers believe.
I can see the symbols on my side glowing red and the symbols on her side glowing an orchid purple color. I do not know if my eyes are playing tricks with me, but in my eyes I can see the red and orchid colors both beaming upwards into the air, until they touch right over the center of the fountain.
You aren't seeing things Lawrence. I can see them too. It means I have been right all this time. Don't you see? On your side those symbols-
They say "She is always with you".
And mine say "He will one day know".
The water in the fountain begins to bubble. I can see HER extending her hands to me, above the bubbling fountain. As strange as it is, my hands make their way to hers. I do not like how she has tried to get to me, but as the powerful being I am, I cannot deny what the casters before me truly want from me... and unfortunately, HER. I go to look away, but then give her one last look with my hands now embracing hers. It is not a moment of weakness, but for the first time I can see her, ALL of her. Not just her eyes. But I can see into her mind. She closes her eyes and seems to open up like a flower. I know now that the time will come that I will need to open up to her. All in due time. All in due time. There is so much else that needs to be taken care of.
She opens her eyes and definitely seems to understand.
I understand Lawrence. Tonight I am here for you. Sunday night I will be here for you. I will ALWAYS be here for you. I promise, no more little girl. As of this moment on, I am fully a woman.
You are way more than that.
I cannot believe those words just slipped out of my mouth, but I cannot take them back, as they were definitely meant for her. I slowly pull my hands back to my side of the fountain. She pulls hers back to her own side before excusing herself and making the trip back up the fabled staircase first. I do watch her go until she is physically out of sight.
Just processing it all, I stay by the fountain, the water no longer bubbling up. It has calmed. This room, this ancient room is back at peace. However I am not. Sunday night is coming, and it is on that night where a simple man needs to realize that he should have never came after me. He should have never came in contact with the little girl named Cookie. He should have never become something that he just is not.
I thought I knew it all, but I am not afraid to admit that I no longer think that. I am sure now that I also have not seen it all. I definitely did not thank a simple, ordinary man would choose to don a cape, put on a mask thus hiding his identity, then making silly sounds on a stage, and go down the road he has.
I however know exactly why he targeted me. You see me simply as an ordinary villain, one that you probably believe you "slew" every day. I am no villain though. I have made that abundantly clear. Just because I basically took off Beard's head leading up to, and also at Rise To Greatness earlier this year does not make me a bad being. I chose to behead him because I was after someone else. I would not expect someone like you to ever understand.
However what I DO expect you to understand is that the same is about to happen to you at Bound By Blood. The blood that will be spilled will be that of a man whose identity will be revealed. I WILL be ripping off that mask of yours. I WILL be taking away the facade that you have created for yourself. The children out there of the world may not like it, but they need to understand exactly what you are. You are false. They do not need someone like you. They are not even cheering for you. They are laughing at you. This Sunday night though will be no laughing matter. The time for words and play will be over. This is a very serious situation that you have gotten yourself into, and I am the only one that can let you out of it.
I will not be doing such a thing. Instead you will be Claimed. Your falsehoods will be exposed. You will realize that Shadron is my issue to deal with and not yours. You will realize that I do not wish to wear a cape. I aim to be me, from now until the end of time. The question is: Do you know who YOU are? Because it definitely seems like you have no clue. Soon enough it will not matter though. There will be no need for an answer. This Sunday at Bound By Blood you will be left laying, and I will not turn back. There will be no one there to save you. You will be silenced. It is your end, but also something else. It is my new beginning.
I look once more at the calmed waters of the fountain before turning and ascending the staircase, leaving this place that has forever changed me.